|Books + the ever-present and|
increasingly necessary reading glasses.
Unfortunately, I've given many of my friends away. Each time I've moved, I've culled through my books, out of necessity, to get them down to a manageable number. Invariably, I think of a book I want to re-read or peruse for whatever reason, only to find that it's missing. And I grieve losing that book all over again.
I have several e-books, but they're not the same as the print version. Granted, they take up minimal space, and there's no need to hunt for them on my bookshelf, but I can't touch them. I can't slide my fingers between the pages in anticipation of turning the next one to see what happens. And, although I suppose I could peek at the end, it doesn't feel the same as flipping to the last page, quickly scanning for meaningful information, and then slamming it shut because I don't want to know too much. Glancing at the conclusion is a delicate balance, honed through years of practice.
Whenever I'm embarking on a new adventure, I tend to buy lots of books related to it. When I got sober, I bought everything my sponsor suggested. While working on my MLA (Masters of Landscape Architecture), I scoured half-priced bookstores for anything related to landscape architecture or plants. During my teaching years, I searched for classroom management manuals or writing tips. And, since I love to travel, I've picked up numerous books in that subject as well.
I suppose I come by this love of books honestly. My grandmother (for whom I'm named) collected books about Texas, which my father continued. After his death, my brother and I split them up. Some of them are dry accounts of the economics or legislature of the State at the time, but many of them are first hand accounts of life in the "olden" days.
My library is more manageable (size-wise) than in the past, but I miss the books I've given away (some of which I've replaced!). Hopefully we'll move into our forever home in CO in the not-too-distant future, and my heart goes pitty-pat when I find pictures of a home with bookshelves. I see myself, lounging on a chaise in front of a fire, blissfully reading while the snow falls gently outside.
It just doesn't get much better than that.
Are you a bibliophile? Do you have piles of books? How do you feel about e-books versus print books?
Have you been there?